You run and hide inside a closet. A storage
closet. One used by the spit crew. The people
who clean the decks. You slide to the bottom,
and cover yourself with the mops. They smell
mucky, and like mildew. You hear voices out-
side. They are all muffled, so you can't hear
what anyone is saying.
Soon, everything is quiet. You open the door,
and you don't see anything. You turn left and
walk back on deck. The ship is still there to
your ship, so you crawl on your hands and knees so that they won't see you. Your fear
is so strong inside of you, that in a way,
you wish you were dead.
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